This is a song about "Left"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

And i'm left for the corrections,

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

He was being a bully so i left

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

'till there's nothin' left.

Bout time i got my respect

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

She knows you masturbate left handed

Now you got me hopped up on that

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

That was good shit, is there any left

Life has put her to the test

With the rest who are left